Here's something you might be interested in.
The Reader ran an interesting story about drive-ins. I believe Jay Sanford wrote the piece.
I remember as a 3-year-old, my dad carrying me in after I had fallen asleep during the drive-in. My older brother and I would try are hardest to stay up and watch the films. My mom said recently "Sometimes we didn't want you to, because it was rated R".
My dad left when I was four, and I never really saw him again.
And I didn't go to a drive-in again until I was 21. I had a girlfriend in Chula Vista, and they were one of the few cities that still had one.
I think she sad actor Matthew Modines dad owned it.
I was surprised that you could get the movie on the FM band. I had remembered those big, bulky silver boxes you had to put in the window. And the sound was always shotty (that's my combination of "shoddy" and "shi**y").
My current girlfriend had never seen a drive-in. So for the past few days we talked about going.
I had some parties Saturday afternoon, and we caught the 7:00 p.m. showing of Blind Side in Santee. We were shocked that there wasn't a line of cars around the block, since one of the movies playing was the latest Twilight/Moon film.
Blind Side was a double-feature with Jim Carrey's animated Christomas Carol, which we didn't stay for.
As we pulled up, I saw that it was $8 a person. I had always remembered drive-ins as charging a certain price per car. Maybe they were tired of college kids that crammed 15 people into a VW bug.
There was also a sign that said "no dogs allowed". We quickly threw a blanket over our maltese.
We had meant to bring in our own snacks, since I complain about the Raisenettes and Red Vines I end up forking over $4 for.
But after a dinner at D.Z. Akins, we were running late. And we got lost trying to find the theatre.
The movie started and within two minutes, I was getting mad at things going on around me.
We had the luxury of talking, which was nice. But we had to deal with people flashing their headlights. I had no clue what that was even about. It was like the automotive version of seeing a texter at the seat next to you.
The couple in the car next to us kept turning on their interior light, which kinda bugged.
About an hour in, someones car alarm went off. This lasted for about five minutes. I guess that's the equivalent of a cell phone going off in the theatre.
When the same truck alarm went off a few minutes later, I cranked my seat up and was prepared to go talk to them. My girlfriend said "Don't start a fight. I mean, we're in Santee." That made me laugh.
As I was adjusting my seat back down to recline a bit, and put my feet on the dashboard, my shoe hit the OFF button.
When I tried to turn it back on, I changed the station. And, we had a few minutes of Twilight/Moon playing. It was kind of fun trying to see if the scene we were watching could match up to the cheesy dialogue we were hearing.
We got the proper station back, and we ended up enjoying the movie. It was cheesy in parts. And I'm sure I'll find out later they made it a lot more Hollywood than the real story was.
It was a fun night out.
The Reader ran an interesting story about drive-ins. I believe Jay Sanford wrote the piece.
I remember as a 3-year-old, my dad carrying me in after I had fallen asleep during the drive-in. My older brother and I would try are hardest to stay up and watch the films. My mom said recently "Sometimes we didn't want you to, because it was rated R".
My dad left when I was four, and I never really saw him again.
And I didn't go to a drive-in again until I was 21. I had a girlfriend in Chula Vista, and they were one of the few cities that still had one.
I think she sad actor Matthew Modines dad owned it.
I was surprised that you could get the movie on the FM band. I had remembered those big, bulky silver boxes you had to put in the window. And the sound was always shotty (that's my combination of "shoddy" and "shi**y").
My current girlfriend had never seen a drive-in. So for the past few days we talked about going.
I had some parties Saturday afternoon, and we caught the 7:00 p.m. showing of Blind Side in Santee. We were shocked that there wasn't a line of cars around the block, since one of the movies playing was the latest Twilight/Moon film.
Blind Side was a double-feature with Jim Carrey's animated Christomas Carol, which we didn't stay for.
As we pulled up, I saw that it was $8 a person. I had always remembered drive-ins as charging a certain price per car. Maybe they were tired of college kids that crammed 15 people into a VW bug.
There was also a sign that said "no dogs allowed". We quickly threw a blanket over our maltese.
We had meant to bring in our own snacks, since I complain about the Raisenettes and Red Vines I end up forking over $4 for.
But after a dinner at D.Z. Akins, we were running late. And we got lost trying to find the theatre.
The movie started and within two minutes, I was getting mad at things going on around me.
We had the luxury of talking, which was nice. But we had to deal with people flashing their headlights. I had no clue what that was even about. It was like the automotive version of seeing a texter at the seat next to you.
The couple in the car next to us kept turning on their interior light, which kinda bugged.
About an hour in, someones car alarm went off. This lasted for about five minutes. I guess that's the equivalent of a cell phone going off in the theatre.
When the same truck alarm went off a few minutes later, I cranked my seat up and was prepared to go talk to them. My girlfriend said "Don't start a fight. I mean, we're in Santee." That made me laugh.
As I was adjusting my seat back down to recline a bit, and put my feet on the dashboard, my shoe hit the OFF button.
When I tried to turn it back on, I changed the station. And, we had a few minutes of Twilight/Moon playing. It was kind of fun trying to see if the scene we were watching could match up to the cheesy dialogue we were hearing.
We got the proper station back, and we ended up enjoying the movie. It was cheesy in parts. And I'm sure I'll find out later they made it a lot more Hollywood than the real story was.
It was a fun night out.